Dragons, loss of control
A small human girl of no older than 12 with uneven and gently singed light brown hair that stops around her shoulders. Her clothing is simple cotton, though the dress is burnt away and singed in many places. It leaves one to wonder who allows her to dress this way, or if there is anybody to care at all, certainly the messy hair, wild grey eyes and lack of shoes adds to the look.
She is a suprisingly angry little girl, for being worshipped as a phoenix in her hometown far from most civilization. Prone to sudden mood swings, she can enjoy the company of a person one moment and wish them ash a second. Despite her natural pyromancy however, she is still a little girl and is just as curious and naive as the next.
She is surprisingly kind however, always quick to smile for birds, and quick to tears for the injured. In fact, even if she is quick to anger and stay angered she has a wide array of emotion that she chooses to try and hide from the world.
Due to the wild nature of pyromancy it can obviously be destructive, but when spark focuses she rarely intends true harm and due to this she has little combat experience outside of temper tantrums that involve setting herself ablaze, often catching things things around her in her rage.
Spark is what mages refer to as an " Elemental " a mage born with a gift for a single elemental catagory, with no true hope of learning magic outside this catagory. Spark's element is fire.Wards
Due to her lack of control, Spark has taught herself a few weak flame wards to prevent her from setting ablaze the things she enjoys keeping around.
These wards are able to redirect heat and flame away from the object in question. These wards are weak, and break easily from overuse and at the end of the day, forcing her to practice her wards by constantly reapplying them to the required objects.
-Skills- Burning things
Both a skill and a very much enjoyed activity.Sewing
A little girl must know how to keep her only set of clothing from falling apart, a skill she can thank her mother for. Elvish speaker
A crush on an older Elf boy in her village led her to spend a lot of time learning the Elvish way of life, her illiteracy means she cannot read or write her own language let alone Elvish, but she is fluent enough to hold decent conversation.
Her life was that of a simple trading village on the edges of civilization and belonging to none, her home was a trading hub of information and goods, people and lifestyles that all clashed in often strange ways.
For the first ten years of her life she enjoyed herself as a normal, albeit tempermental child. Since age four she was an admirer of the elvish people and their ways, the orphaned girl spending more and more time alongside the long living peoples. At age 7 she gained a best freind in an elvish boy who acted as a buffer between Spark and her poor decicionmaking.
As one would expect from the life of a child, nothing truly extraordinary happened until age 10 when her pyromancy developed, resulting in a forest fire. The two years that followed were a blur, magi and researchers came and went in an attempt to teach Spark to harness her abilities, to no positive result.
It was only in the week of madness and the days to follow that Spark had begun to wish she had practiced her abilities.
The world fought, and Spark was stuck in the middle of a sudden four army war with nobody truly belonging to any one side. As far as Spark knows or cares, she was the only sane person to escape her village.
She followed the story, as many children had. She found a new family in these forgotten and abandoned, but unfortunately a few wished to save the adults, a poor decision in her mind but who is she to argue?